Wen Bufan was horrified.
"Jiang Chen, how dare you plot against me."
"You're courting death! Give me the antidote, now!"
His eyes practically shot fire as he glared at Jiang Chen.
'Jiang Chen is just too detestable.'
'He hated Jiang Chen's guts.'
"Hand over the antidote to our Young Master, now!"
"Jiang Chen, are you trying to get yourself killed?"
It wasn't just the guards from the City Lord's Mansion; Lin Hai's eyes were wide with fury.
He was about to explode with rage.
BOOM!
Behind Wen Bufan, the Martial King Puppet instantly took a step forward.
An aura befitting a Martial King erupted from it.
Everyone glared at Jiang Chen, demanding the antidote.
Just then.
"Hmph!"
A cold snort came from beside Jiang Chen.
Elder Qi, who had been sitting in his wheelchair, suddenly slapped its armrest. He shot into the air, appearing abruptly behind Jiang Chen.
His face was a cold mask as he faced off against the men from the City Lord's Mansion.
